I never met a pill I didn't know how to take
I never met an emotion I didn't know how to fake
I never met an issue that I couldn't debate
I never met another rapper that I wanted to date
I never got a tattoo that I didn't regret
Never been told a name that I didn't forget
I never been in a fitted that I could fit on my head
I never made a video you didn't embed
I need a new pair of shoes and my hair done
Where's Sonny Moore?
Damn, am I gonna meet a millionaire's son?
I'm bored of being the rare one
I'm the chair woman, never take a dare
I don't really care for 'em
Never met a bouncer that I couldn't convince
Never been at a social event and ever fit in
I never had an ex I didn't kill on the Sims
I never lived in a city I didn't leave on whim
I never showed up to a party in appropriate clothes
Not allowed to use an oven or stove
I never made it in the city, couldn't handle the snow
Never goin' to back to Brooklyn now 'cause everything closed
I write a lot of songs, all hits
Y'all sit down and take it in like cows at a salt lick
Mall shit, you know I'm a loud chick called Kit
Want a lesson? I could show you walrus's ball tricks
I never met an emotion I didn't know how to fake
I never met an issue that I couldn't debate
I never met another rapper that I wanted to date
I never got a tattoo that I didn't regret
Never been told a name that I didn't forget
I never been in a fitted that I could fit on my head
I never made a video you didn't embed
I need a new pair of shoes and my hair done
Where's Sonny Moore?
Damn, am I gonna meet a millionaire's son?
I'm bored of being the rare one
I'm the chair woman, never take a dare
I don't really care for 'em
Never met a bouncer that I couldn't convince
Never been at a social event and ever fit in
I never had an ex I didn't kill on the Sims
I never lived in a city I didn't leave on whim
I never showed up to a party in appropriate clothes
Not allowed to use an oven or stove
I never made it in the city, couldn't handle the snow
Never goin' to back to Brooklyn now 'cause everything closed
I write a lot of songs, all hits
Y'all sit down and take it in like cows at a salt lick
Mall shit, you know I'm a loud chick called Kit
Want a lesson? I could show you walrus's ball tricks
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